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While the majority of American women work outside the home in all professions, the public still struggles with the idea of a female president. These attitudes have to change in a post-Madeline Albright and Condoleezza Rice political horizon. People need to recognize female politicians for their qualifications and not for their gender. Our nation’s failure to do so deprives it of female decision and policy-making abilities...
...after the seventh or eighth tumbler of rice whiskey that the tears began to flow. Nai Tong, the weather-beaten, gold-toothed village chief, blinked hard, splashed the whiskey jug around and raised his glass. "Welcome to Sipsongpanna, daughter of the Dai. Welcome home." It was a magic moment and the culmination of an emotion-charged journey for my wife, Sawitree. She is the first of her large northern Thai family to travel back to the land of her ancestors, the Dai people, who inhabit the southern tip of China's Yunnan province. The region is now known as Xishuangbanna...
...life in old Siam. Why they left is lost in the mists of time?most likely it was amid turmoil as colonial powers bickered over the region, sandwiched between Burma's Shan states and modern-day Laos. They were following a well-worn path. For centuries, the Buddhist, rice-farming Dai have been tempted by the wide open spaces of Thailand's north, and have ventured across the Mekong to start anew. Sawitree grew up speaking Dai Lue, the main Dai language, which remains the lingua franca of many northern Thais...
...Next morning we're bumping over dirt roads through rice fields, on our way to meet the past. Word of our arrival at Baan Yandee gets around quickly. Within 10 minutes, dozens of smiling villagers have materialized, each trying to drag us to his house. Nai Tong, the headman, introduces himself and listens with rapt attention to my wife's story...
...trip is scarier than the rafting: a twisting road dips and soars above the furious foamy rush of the Mekong's narrow gorges. Just when you're wishing you had found time to write your last will and testament, though, the road eases off into long, straight runs through rice paddies, and the previous hour's terror is left behind?much like the worst moments of river rafting, once the boat reaches calm waters. "We do fall in sometimes," admits Ee Kan, poling away from the rapids. But by the time we glide past a jungle that thrums with cicadas...